It was coming up to a two day performance and I had started to feel little under the weather. It hit al at once the moment I showed up for the gig. My throat was sore and I was losing my voice. Armed with honey and cough drops, I played both nights singing my way through the pain and by the last set of the evening I could no longer speak. I thought to myself well at least the shows over, but then realized I had to do it again the next night.
I showed up for a gig and really wasn't feeling it. On top of this, there were about 6 people in the audience 2 of which were my parents. It was about 104 degrees outside so I had stripped down to my undershirt and took my shoes off. I was a sweaty mess, guzzling water, playing for a the smallest group of people with my parents in the shade looking almost more unimpressed with being there as I was.
Although my guitar is lacking a name it is a beautiful, candy apple red Gretsch g2420t Streamliner. With two humbuckers it gives a full and chunky sound to my funky jazz style.